Day 20!

Numbers Numbers on clocks and numbers on docks Numerals decimals and fractions galore Numbers on pages and numbers on cages Numerals as letters, bullets and more Numbers on locks and numbers on keys Numerals beside letters, and symbols above Numbers on phones cards, numbers on alleys Numerals on sundials, laptops and tablets Numbers made of… Continue reading Day 20!

Community

Day 19, better late than never! an alliance, and brotherhood, an association, gathering, of a fraternity, or group. the solidarity of individuals within a network of like-minded souls banded together in fellowship. an order, a league, platoon, or a brigade, the division within a team, a crew, or a sorority. a faction of millions struggling… Continue reading Community

Reflex

Day 17 one day late. warm fingertips press against nodes, hardened by toxins of tension and stress. soft lights, low soothing music, no sound other than muscles relaxing, stretching out. a sensation, an experience of being somewhere, someone else, on another plane without any pressure. a tender spot here, a knot there, give way to… Continue reading Reflex

Silence

The silence is catching, no one wants to breach it. The steady hum of the fridge, the whisper of traffic outside. Silence surrounds us replaces the din of useless bits of noise. Slamming doors, squealing tires, a couple in the midst of a fight. To sit and listen, really, truly listen to the still air… Continue reading Silence

Day 14

I’m that Woman I’m that woman who talks to herself as she wanders the aisles in the store, muttering what to buy, where the juice is, where’s the canned goods and frozen fruit. I’m that woman who counts her steps out loud, focusing on anything except her worries and her fears. I’m that woman who… Continue reading Day 14

Day 13

No Words words escape me, are out of reach or just not there at all this thirteenth poem just won’t come it’s hidden behind a wall no consonants no vowels no hyphens, commas, no sound only a heavy silence and blank page no poem to be found It’s not much, but it is a poem.… Continue reading Day 13

A Speck in Time

[Day 12 prompt: write a poem about something small. So many things in life are overwhelming, gigantic, creating feelings of insignificance. Our sense of time, past, present, and future, the world, disease and poverty. We are just one piece of a very large puzzle and are important regardless of our function.] A Speck in Time… Continue reading A Speck in Time

Day 11

[Today’s prompt is to write a poem about a very large thing. Interpret this how you will. Enjoy.] i feel small i feel like an ant, or how I believe one would, crawling along a sidewalk falling into cracks, using every ounce of strength to scale the heights back to the scorching concrete. i feel… Continue reading Day 11